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| the history of wake forest
One day in the spring of my second year in law school a
classmate, Jim Keel, prompted by a mutual friend, approached me
after a Domestic Relations class. He told me that he was currently
living in President Scales’s house. It was Dr. Scales’s practice to al-
low for a couple of professional school students to live at the Presi-
dent’s House after his daughter had departed for her law career and
he and Mrs. Scales had become “empty nesters.” Jim was graduat-
ing that year, and he wondered if I would be interested in succeed-
ing him as a student resident of the House. I was serving as a
Dormitory Counselor at the time, and that sounded like a promo-
tion to me. He said that he would mention it to Dr. Scales.
At the next class, he told me that Dr. Scales had said for me to
come by the office to make an appointment, and I did.
I met with Dr. Scales a few days later. I found out later that he
had a bit of a reputation for keeping his options open, and he did
in the interview he had with me. He also owned a house near the
campus where his mother lived. There was a basement apartment
in that house as well as a room upstairs. In the President’s House,
there was an upstairs room and a basement room. Dr. Scales and
I had a good conversation in which he described to me the entire
situation, and when I left, I did not know whether I was going to
live upstairs at the President’s House (my original concept), down-
stairs at the President’s House, upstairs at his mother’s house or
downstairs at his mother’s house. Or none of the above. He said
he would call me.
in retrospect
A Room Upstairs at the President’s House
By J. Reid Morgan (’75, ’79 J.D.)
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